Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday – There Will Be Blood

wewriwa2Greetings and Happy Sunday! It’s my new favorite day of the week because today I gather with my fellow authors to participate in Weekend Writing Warriors as we each share 8 to 10 sentences of a current work-in-progress.

For more details on the blog hop or to click the links of the other participating authors, visit http://www.wewriwa.com – I highly recommend you do!

This month I have been sharing snippets from Rise of the Angerroots and I am happy to report that my rough draft is nearly finished! Looks like February will be a fun-filled month of rewrites. Oh my!

Sarah can’t remember her past. When she kisses Max, bits of her memory return, except unfortunately for Max, it is the desire for another man she remembers. Last week when she confronted Nathanial, her next door neighbor, and the object of her true desires, he held back from kissing her. This week, our two men ‘meet’…


“You have a lot of nerve coming here,” Max said. He waited for the first blow, which he was sure would come and when it did, he would use it asboxer his excuse to strike the man down once and for all. He didn’t really need a reason but for Sarah’s sake, he would offer one.

Nathanial appeared calm but Max knew his enemy well enough to sense the tension that boiled under the surface.

“You want to kill me so do it,” Nathanial said.

Max lashed out before he had the opportunity to censor himself. The punch caught Nathanial square in the jaw, knocking his head back and sending a smattering of blood onto the leaves surrounding them. Max brought back his fist to strike another blow but caught himself in midair. Nathanial hadn’t even brought up his hands to block him.

“I have no reason to fight you.” Nathanial said, regaining his composure and rubbing his jaw.


That’s it! Not a lot of love between this pair. I hope you enjoyed my snippet and I look forward to your comments. Have a happy Sunday! See you next week. 🙂

Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday – Will You Kiss Me?

weekendwritingWelcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors Blog Hop where several authors join together to share 8 to 10 sentences of their current work-in-progress. Check out http://www.wewriwa.com for links to all the participating authors as well as details to sign up for next week, if you’re interested in joining the fun.

It feels like only yesterday we were getting ready to ring in the new year and here we are already halfway through January. I seem to be suffering from a bit of the post-holiday winter blahs but I made a commitment to write 365,000 words in 2016 and so far, I’m sticking to it.

I am happy to report, as a matter of fact, that I have enjoyed some very productive writing days. I added another 16,214 words to my work-in-progress (Rise of the Angerroots) this week and so far, I don’t hate it. (Give me time.) My first draft has reached the 50K mark and I’m heading into the climax. While I’m not entirely sure where it will all end up, I’m reminding myself it’s only a first draft and there is plenty of time for refinement later on. I’m excited to begin the rewrite phase and stick all the pieces together.

So with that being said, let’s jump into my 10-sentence snippet…

Last week things heated up between Sarah and Max but the moment was broken when bits of Sarah’s memory rekindled a forgotten relationship with Nathanial. Sarah wants to know if Nathanial still feels the same but clearly, Nathanial doesn’t want to join her walk down memory lane. The following snippet takes place after she’s helped clean and bandage some mysterious wounds he has come home with.


portrait of a young man on a black backgroundThere was so little space between them that she could almost feel his exhale against her face. She willed her body to close the distance just a fraction until her nose was almost touching his chin as she tipped her head to study his eyes. She heard the gasp in his throat before he regained his composure but whether it was a response to the pain that coursed through his body or her proximity, she couldn’t be sure.

“Nathanial, look at me.”

He broke away to grab a bottle of pills, popped the top, and downed several.

“Should you be taking so many of those at once?” she said in alarm, their moment forgotten.

“Stay away from me, Sarah, for your own good.”

She felt chills course through her body. How dare he make assumptions.

“Don’t worry, I intend to,” she said, trying not to let the hurt bleed through her words, “But for the record, a simple thank you would have sufficed.”


I look forward to your thoughts. See you next week!

Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday – Kisses and Blunders

weekendwritingIt’s that time again! Last week I made the unfortunate mistake of scheduling a post for the Weekend Writing Warriors Blog Hop but never adding my name to the official list. Oops! Don’t I feel silly? If you missed that post and would like to catch up, you can find it HERE.

Otherwise, onward and upward! The Weekend Writing Warriors are a group of several authors who come together on Sunday to share 8 to 10 sentences of a current work-in-progress. For the list of participants and details on how you can join in next week’s hop if you so desire, follow this link: http://www.wewriwa.com

I have been sharing snippets of Rise of the Angerroots, a story that I desperately hope to finish before spring. So far, I’ve been making great progress toward reaching that goal and I am eager to share with you a glimpse of my effort.

Max had mixed feelings about discovering his betrothed (Sarah) is still alive but when he confronts her, he realizes she doesn’t remember him. This gives him new hope – and new problems. As they get to know each other all over, bits of her memory return and it isn’t Max she has on her mind. Poor guy. And just when everything seemed to be going so well between them, too… What will he do?


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She closed her eyes and gave in to it, her body responding with heat and desire, her head unable to process anything except the feel of his lips moving against hers and the touch of his hands sliding down her back. He grasped her firmly as their bodies melded together.

Overwhelmed, Sarah put her palms against his chest as though she wanted to push him away but when the flood of memories came back to her, she resisted. She tipped her head as Max planted kisses along her neck. His left hand moved to cup her breast, teasing the nipple through her blouse.

“Nathanial,” she whispered, lost to the sensation that made her body tremble and her mind come to life.

Suddenly he stopped and let go, putting distance between them.

She looked up at Max in shock. With eyes open, she realized the man she’d seen in her memory hadn’t been the man she’d been kissing.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her body still shaking, “I don’t know…”


Thank you for reading! Please feel free to share your thoughts. I look forward to reading them. See you next week…



Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday – Stepping Into Enemy Territory

wewriwa2HAPPY 2016!

Here’s to hoping your new year is off to a great start and only gets better from here. Did you make any New Year’s Resolutions? I’m not really one for resolutions but I do intend this post to be the first of an entire year’s worth of contributions to the Weekend Writing Warriors, a fun blog hop where a gathering of authors share 8 to 10 sentences of a current work-in-progress. Check the link at http://www.wewriwa.com for the full list of participants.

2016 will be a year of writing so it should be a great year for sharing!

At the end of December I shared a couple of snippets from Rise of Angerroots, a story I hope to finish soon. Max had just discovered his fiancee was alive but when he confronted her, he was surprised to find that she didn’t remember him. Today’s snippet moves to Sarah’s point of view (Max’s fiancee). She is lost in a world that stopped making sense and meeting with her new neighbor, Nathanial, to discuss strange animal attacks. Nathanial seems to have information that the authorities are lacking. It doesn’t hurt that she’s incredibly attracted to him. 😉


Sarah tried to suppress the feelings that madness would overtake her mind if she did not see Nathanial again. Her heart pounded in her chest as she knocked lightly against the oak door. She did not have to wait long before it opened it. When she met his dark lustful eyes, she lost her courage and with it, the ability to speak.

“Come in,” he said, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again.”

Her body trembled as she entered the dimly lit entryway. She was overcome with the sensation of walking into enemy territory. It was absurd, she thought, trying to shake off the unnatural fear.

“I hope I haven’t come too late,” she said softly as she followed him to the living room.


Thank you for reading. I look forward to reading your thoughts on this snippet so please feel free to share them. Be sure to check out the other authors on the official page and enjoy the rest of your Sunday. See you next week!

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Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday – Do I Know You?

wewriwa2Merry Christmas! Are you ready for Santa? I wish all of you a very happy holiday filled with love and happiness. Wherever you are and however you plan to spend the day, I hope it exceeds your expectations.

But first, welcome to my contribution to the Weekend Writing Warriors, a weekly blog hop where a gathering of authors post 8 to 10 sentences of a current work-in-progress. You can find the complete list of participating authors at http://www.wewrima.com as well as the instructions on how to join in next week’s hop if you so desire.

Last week I shared a snippet from Rise of the Angerroots, a story that I hope to finish early in the new year. It’s been one of my favorites to write and I’m looking forward to sharing it. Max had just discovered that his fiancee is still alive and he knows where she’s hiding. This week we jump ahead a little to the point when finally he comes face to face with her again. Their reunion isn’t what he is expecting.


“Do I know you?” she said at last, breaking the awkward silence that hung between them.

His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. Was she making a joke? He searched her eyes for some sign of recognition but there did not appear to be any.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled as his mind raced and his heart pounded, “I thought you were someone else.”

“That’s okay.”

And just like that, she turned her attention back to the task at hand. All of the years that had passed between them had been erased. A pain clenched his stomach as though someone had punched him hard in the gut. He hadn’t been one to believe in second chances but now he wondered.


As always, thank you for reading and I look forward to your thoughts. I won’t be participating in next week’s hop so I will see you again in January!

Fellow authors, I am planning to open up my blog for interviews and book spotlights in the new year. If you would like to reserve a spot, send me an email at ingramsl (at) gmail (dot) com. Please feel free!


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